Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.